Greetings and thank you for wading through that title.
Let me summarize the last month by assaulting your eyeballs:
You’re welcome. I’m certain I am the only one who has used “March Madness” in a non-basketball-related way.
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I was going to title this “Clearing the Underbrush” but I am fairly confident that would attract some new, curious readers who would walk away rather disappointed. I also wanted to title it “Robert the Spruce” but that’s too weird, even for me.
Anyway.
A brief housekeeping note to share that in the spirit of continuous improvement (and not because we’re losing the plot), I’m restructuring the blog a bit.
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As the school year whips by us like homework excuses in a tornado, we find ourselves on the cusp of that most cherished of all educational adventuring: the field trip, where learning and relentless searches for bathrooms are disguised as off-site fun.
You, dear parents, have been chosen (read: volunteered, or at least volun-told) to chaperone.
This isn’t a drill. Nor is it a walk in the park—even if your field trip is actually to a park. This is a tactical obstacle course where you and they will run, cry, fall, climb, carry, and “Why did I volunteer for this?” your way through the day.
Here’s a briefing, because sharing is part of the healing:
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Jackie Pick 